Introspective

Shackled and chained…
here we remain,
down in the dirt…
the state of now – unable to subvert.
Sight – to see,
blind to what’s free,
our conscience thought,
contorted by what we were taught.
This is not truth,
look passed the noise,
find your passion,
and a false self – you’ll avoid

Preach to the scene,
take a snap,
insurance – ensuring your humanity’s intact,
are you truly at peace – if everything is on screen?
Privacy of the day,
equals – conveying everything to be relayed,
you are not yourself,
you are the puppet – with strings leading into an Insta frame.
A stolen moment,
and you choose to create an opponent,
not within yourself but to those who choose to scroll it.
This happiness is yours,
but you allow to share,
prying eyes,
creates nothing but a moment lasting nowhere

Mist gathers and is mystically displaced…
amongst trees refusing to be cut down and erased,
moving as silently as the devil,
drowning all in its path – building its hell on an earthly level.
All around me it consumes,
choking with poisonous fumes,
to my knees I fall – accepting this doom,
I burn to ash but in surprise – like a phoenix – new I bloom.
Read between the lines…
and you will find…
the strength inclined…
turning failures into success – in time

A forgotten self,
the beating heart of today’s commonwealth,
swipe or tap,
doesn’t matter as long you’re relevantly intact.
Swollen soul,
thinking you’re irrevocably in control,
but little did we know,
we’re being cataloged and sold.
Eyes wide,
pupils dilating in size,
incapable of witnessing our mind’s demise,
we cry in sleep – while they laugh at our compromise.

There is no right and wrong in this world,
only what one can tolerate and stand,
choosing a side is a futile plan,
do and an open mind you have burned.
Life is a singularity under the concept of man,
division is a construct in driving us mad,
good against evil is romantic within ink,
but in true it hinders our ability to think.
Steal your mind and open it to reality,
an existence of inclusion is its actuality,
take what you’ve learned and create an incision,
be the child that the universe always envisioned.

It’s no grand mystery to this lifelong servitude,
we are bred into believing this is all we must do,
to skim across time as this must be our only attitude.

Fuck this mass production of a deepening narcosis,
leaving each other at arms length is a state of residual hypnosis,
shock your mind into becoming an individual,
connected we must become against these waves of the tyrannical

How the days turn into strays,
shadows of themselves,
concept art,
refusing to lay where we stay.
This moment…
lingers…
it flickers,
a shade of a future so potent.
Attempt to grab the flame,
and you’ll be ridiculed with fame,
do and you won’t be the same,
because it will leave a mark of the one not afraid to play this life’s game.